Reviewed by Terri-Jane Dow || Performance artist Jenny Hval’s second novel, Girls Against God, is described as part manifesto, part time-travelling fever dream.
Reviewed by Juliano Zaffino || Tamás’ writing is defiantly hopeful – radically so – and yet unflinching, aware at all times of the inhumanity of both the human and nonhuman.
Reviewed by Claire Thomson || How can we care about it all? And where to begin to describe what ‘all’ might encompass? The pandemic? Democracy in crisis? Climate change? The sensible answer might be that we can’t.
by Anna Maconochie | One cold evening, a woman was stopped on the street by a fortune teller.
by Isabelle Marie Flynn || The first thing I learn is that she wears handmade clothes. The second is that she’s a fucking Capricorn. You spit the words at me between a swig of beer and a mouthful of garlic bread, shaking your head across the chequered tablecloth.
Reviewed by Juliano Zaffino || “This is a female text.” A clear declaration of feminine literary intent, the mapping of body onto text, text onto body, begins and ends in Doireann Ní Ghríofa’s genre-defying prose debut A Ghost In The Throat.
Reviewed by Laura McDonagh || Too elitist, too close to Wall Street, too much of a feminist for some Americans’ tastes and not enough for others. Except ‘feminist’ might be the wrong descriptor altogether ... How do you solve a problem like Hillary?
by Rebecca Clark || There is a woman sat next to me, in the middle seat.
by Annabel Banks || I was fifteen when he first turned up, some flashy guy in a leather coat with starlight in his eyes.
by Gráinne O’Hare || Blanche and Orla don’t notice Laoise crying at first; they are engaged in lively debate about how much vodka a tampon can hold.